The same plight instantly stirred sympathy in Ye Qinghong, as though he saw himself when he had first come up the mountain.
Back then, although he was already the Blood Rain Demon Venerable's First Disciple, the Demon Venerable had always been cruel and cold.
Leaves fell one after another, carpeting the entire Listening Sword Courtyard in a thick layer, making it look desolate and forlorn.
Only after she had erased every trace of herself did she take a deep breath, look back at her master, and fly unsteadily out of the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
She did not know why she was doing this, or why she had prepared these candles.
She could leave this world at any moment.
In the pitch-black palace, Lian Yue gazed at her master for a long, long time.
"What exactly happened?"
The palace remained just as quiet. The Bone Lamp burned slowly, and the occasional howl of a chill wind could be heard. Nothing seemed different.
Her icy lips pressed tightly against her master's. Only after a deep kiss did she smile radiantly, putting away the last trace of reluctance in her Peach Eyes.
She, too, was a little girl, looking rather frail, like an orchid after the rain, like duckweed in the wind.
Everything before her grew darker and darker. She was about to sink completely into darkness, her consciousness fading.
In over a decade as master and disciple, she had never gazed at her master so intently. Only now did she understand why so many women were willing to seek death for him.
But he frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
He had tried to find the other person through this faint fragrance before, to no avail. Could he find them this time?
Or perhaps...
He nodded and looked into the distance. Knowing